Deep within the swirling mist, tales weave through the hollow.
An abandoned chamber sings a melody unheard,
resonating with voices of the yesterday today.
What echoes within the heart of the glade lies beyond seen and known,
whispers like ribbons floating in a moonlit breeze.
Touch the silent core.
Shadows dance upon secrets
woven in the tapestries of forgotten lore.
A flicker of candle, a shriek of laughter,
an eternal now spinning dizzyingly.
Linger not at comfort's edge,
for the glades whisper truths therein hidden.
Seek the light beyond the void at Whisper's End or bask in shadow at Echo of Riots.